"Wait."
The two were just about to attack.
A man's deep voice suddenly rang out through the hall.
A man wearing a golden belt stood in a private room on the second floor, looking down at everyone.
His overwhelming presence instantly silenced the ground-floor hall.
"Champion Mayser, we're teaching three arrogant fools a lesson."
"Are you three sure you're here to compete?" The man looked straight at them.
"That's right. Hurry up and find me some opponents. I'll take on ten."
"I'll take on eleven," Denji shouted.
"I'll fight fifteen."
"Then I'll fight twenty."
Their argument nearly made the crowd below burst out laughing.
Mayser merely smiled faintly and said, "Arrange matches for those two."
The organizer dared not refuse. After stopping the bodyguards, he said, "Since you want to fight, get up there. You know the rules, right?"
"No, but kicking people in the balls isn't against the rules, is it?" Denji asked.
"I don't give a damn about rules."
"Which of you is going first?"
"Me!" Power cried.
The organizer gave the referee in the octagonal cage a look, and the referee immediately opened the door.
Power swaggered inside.
"Find someone else to fight her. I'm afraid I might accidentally break every bone in her body," Sena said.
"That's exactly what I was going to say."
"Sena, put on a good show and hurt her. I enjoy watching the weak get tormented," Mayser said from the second floor.
Once he heard Mayser speak,
Sena, who had intended to spare Power, immediately developed the urge to kill her.
The men surrounding the octagonal cage all wore sinister smiles.
They were eagerly awaiting the sight of Sena tormenting the girl.
Power's appearance had piqued the interest of the wealthy spectators on the second and third floors.
They were all looking